There is a saying..."Maybe next year." It is easy to use for things like that ten pounds you promised to lose when you made that New Year's resolution, or when that $500 million lotto ticket was one by somebody else. Often, we make those statements with very little heart or conviction. We simply do not believe that next year will change that much.
As some of you might recall, I was set to launch a blog tour this August. I even had a few willing cohorts who were ready to put their name beside mine on the "Tour Banner". I actually thought that would be the hard part...the gathering of willing participants. Turned out to be sort of easy.
Where the tour fell short was in landing spots. I had two people (not actually on the tour) that said yes when it came to being a host for my blog tour that I called "Wanna See Something Really Scary?" Mostly I got a lot of dead air...no reply...basically a wall of silence. However, I did receive one reply.
I won't quote, but the gist was that, due to some rather hostile and threatening messages that promised to boycott this person's blog and never buy their books again, they would be wise NOT to offer their blog as a stop for my tour. Really? Okay, I get the person not wanting any heat, and I am a person who believes my burdens to carry are my own. However, it gets a bit tired when a handful of nut cases rant and rave, allowing them to dictate who can associate with whom and all that nonsense. It is likely not going to change anything, but I do look forward to the day when I am officially off paper in June of 2021 (slang for no longer having to report to my PO). That is the day I will actually be able to tell my side publically. Sure, most will not want to hear it, but at least I won't have to just sit on my hands and allow a few idiots to have their unchallenged say about what they supposedly know about me.
This nonsense has already cost me two jobs because my editing clients bowed to the pressure. Hell, one of them kept me on as an editor for almost another year in secret and has even credited my work to a different person until finally saying he "felt bad" about only being able to deal with me in secret and realized that having me as his editing booty call (my words there, not his) was a douche bag thing to be doing.
I realize that even this post will probably fan a flame or two, but pussy footing is not my thing. I have just hit the 20,000 units sold mark on my Audio books. (Maybe not huge numbers by comparison to some, but it keeps food on the table in my house.) My book sales have passed the 100,000 mark long ago and continue to do well enough that I can call this my full-time employment. All of that with this supposed cloud over my head. So, to the people who so graciously accepted my tour invite...we are merely delayed, because, much like everything else that has been placed in front of me...I will climb it and leave it in the dust. To those who have bailed...get over yourselves. These people (bullies) only have the power that YOU give them. Every person who has met me face-to-face and looked me in the eye while I have answered their questions and given my side of things has accepted me (including a step-daughter and mother-n-law who both hated me to their core BEFORE we met). And while some will always hate because it just comes easier to them, I want to take a moment to acknowledge and appreciate those who have crossed that imaginary line drawn in the sand by an ignorant few. You are truly appreciated. And just know that I will never quit or give up, nor will I give you reason to regret having shown faith in me.